The unexpected kiss caught Yan Xinxin off guard.
She was lost in her thoughts, stunned, when he leaned in and pressed her down onto the sofa.
His warm body pressed intimately against her slender frame, leaving no space between them.
Yan Xinxin opened her small mouth in surprise, giving Mo Chuxi, who was already troubled by how to claim more, the perfect opportunity.
In an instant, his breath and scent overwhelmed her lips—a faint mint flavor entwined with her sweetness, a delicate fragrance blooming between their lips and teeth...
She froze, and in her ears, a long-buried, childlike voice echoed uncontrollably...
"Brother Xi, can you tell Little Qianyuan? Will you always, always only like me?"
"Silly girl, besides you, who else would I like?"
"Then, then when will Brother Xi marry me and make me your bride? Little Qianyuan wants to wear a beautiful wedding dress..."
"When Little Qianyuan grows this tall, Brother Xi will marry you and make you my wife, the cutest bride in the whole world!"
In her mind, Yan Xinxin vividly recalled that promise filled with innocence and youth during a season of falling blossoms, between a young girl and a boy.
She snapped back to reality, her eyes instantly reddened.
As Mo Chuxi kissed her with increasing fervor and loss of control, Yan Xinxin forcefully pushed him away.
Mo Chuxi lifted his dazed, dark eyes, lingering.
"Still playing the game of hating me?"
He parted his seductive lips lightly and asked.
Yan Xinxin looked up with her flushed, tear-brimmed eyes, gazing at him with intensity.
"I want to ask you a question."
"Did you once promise a girl that, for a lifetime, forever, you’d only love her, take care of her, and cherish her?"
Her soft pink lips moved as she asked calmly, but her eyes gleamed with unshed tears.
Mo Chuxi froze briefly, the haze in his deep eyes dissipating instantly, his gaze turning sharp and clear.
"What are you trying to say?"
"Answer my question. Is it true?"
Seeing her teary eyes, Mo Chuxi furrowed his brows and sat up.
He turned away silently, walking to the floor-to-ceiling window, agitation erupting as he tore off the bandage she had just carefully wrapped for him.
Of course, he hadn’t forgotten that once, he had made such a promise to a girl.
"Was it Mu Qianyuan?"
She pressed on, her gaze heavy as she stared at his visibly halted figure, her heart pounding erratically.
Mo Chuxi clenched his right fist, staring at the wound.
"Is Mrs. Mo jealous?"
He spoke faintly, suddenly turning around, his deep eyes piercing her.
"Jealous of a six-year-old girl?"
Yan Xinxin slowly sat up, fearlessly meeting his half-mocking, half-serious gaze.
"Jealousy? Not a chance."
She answered decisively, without the slightest hesitation.
"I’m merely questioning the so-called loyalty of the great Mo Chuxi."
"Since you liked Mu Qianyuan so much and made her such a promise, then why did you marry me in such a short time? To make up for the hurt you caused me five years ago? A guilty conscience?"
"Do you think I married you out of guilt?"
Mo Chuxi couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.
"If I, Mo Chuxi, wanted to take responsibility, I have countless ways to do so."
"So what you’re saying is that the great Mo Chuxi really developed genuine feelings for a woman you casually took and slept with twice?"
Hearing Yan Xinxin’s doubting words, Mo Chuxi’s brows furrowed deeply.
"Yan Xinxin, how many times do I have to tell you before you understand? Hmm?"
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Yan Xinxin stepped closer, cutting him off, her starry eyes filled with complicated emotions, firmly locking onto him.
"Mo Chuxi, answer me. If Mu Qianyuan hadn’t actually died, and she came back, what would you do?"
"What... are you saying?"